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10.Feb.12, 12:14 AM
Sharp blue eyes cut through dark strands of wavy hair as I'shan began to move back towards him. There was a light to those eyes that spoke for the young Harper. He very well was perceiving I'shan as a threat far more now than he had before. The power had shifted completely out of the palm of his hand and into I'shan's, and he absolutely hated the feeling of being powerless. He hated having no control over his own situation. It was the sort of feeling he had been fighting against ever since being brought to Katila Weyr. He knew he had no control over his life, and it was perhaps the one feeling in the world that could drag Erisi down. He was a creature that lived and breathed control, over his life, even over other's. He needed the security, solid ground underneath his feet, that came with being in control of his own life. Katila Weyr had stripped him from that, and perhaps that was why he was refusing to acclimate.
He rolled his eyes away from I'shan as the man title-dropped Weyrleader. His head was slightly bowed, allowing some of his hair to fall into his face to obscure his expression. He hated the idea that I'shan could see him vulnerable and weak. He had to get control over himself! His earlier words of 'I hate this' were far more accurate and truthful than Erisi usually was. He hated this. He hated this entire predicament. He hated this new life, and it was clear that he was about to hate it a lot more. "I've already fought with the Weyrleader before, so I imagine it would be a little worse than usual..." he answered, voice soft, but not necessarily weak. D'ren had already warned him once of his temper, and things would definitely go badly for him if D'ren found out that his temper had flared up again. "Of course I do."
He pushed himself away from the shelving, but still seemed to refuse to look at I'shan. It was a decisively evasive behavior, as if refusing to face I'shan meant he didn't have to face all the rest of the problems he had just brought in on himself. I'shan was talking again, saying he understood why Erisi had acted in the way that he had. But, those were empty words falling on deaf ears. He knew he was doomed, I'shan didn't have to prattle on about it and try to be reasonable.
I'shan finished talking, and those last words finally had Erisi's eyes back on him. There was an inner fire behind his eyes, the hard lines in his face were apparent once again. He wasn't a dimglow. He knew what I'shan was pulling on him, and it was far worse than him telling the Weyrleader what Erisi had done. I'shan was doing some backhanded maneuver under the guise of sympathy to put Erisi in his pocket. It was blackmail, plain and simple. If he was good and didn't both I'shan, the fight would be their secret.
Erisi was feeling even less inclined to be good because of it. "I know what you're doing, you don't have to wrap it up in kind words to keep my ego from being more bruised than it already is. Don't feign niceties with me."
He rolled his eyes away from I'shan as the man title-dropped Weyrleader. His head was slightly bowed, allowing some of his hair to fall into his face to obscure his expression. He hated the idea that I'shan could see him vulnerable and weak. He had to get control over himself! His earlier words of 'I hate this' were far more accurate and truthful than Erisi usually was. He hated this. He hated this entire predicament. He hated this new life, and it was clear that he was about to hate it a lot more. "I've already fought with the Weyrleader before, so I imagine it would be a little worse than usual..." he answered, voice soft, but not necessarily weak. D'ren had already warned him once of his temper, and things would definitely go badly for him if D'ren found out that his temper had flared up again. "Of course I do."
He pushed himself away from the shelving, but still seemed to refuse to look at I'shan. It was a decisively evasive behavior, as if refusing to face I'shan meant he didn't have to face all the rest of the problems he had just brought in on himself. I'shan was talking again, saying he understood why Erisi had acted in the way that he had. But, those were empty words falling on deaf ears. He knew he was doomed, I'shan didn't have to prattle on about it and try to be reasonable.
I'shan finished talking, and those last words finally had Erisi's eyes back on him. There was an inner fire behind his eyes, the hard lines in his face were apparent once again. He wasn't a dimglow. He knew what I'shan was pulling on him, and it was far worse than him telling the Weyrleader what Erisi had done. I'shan was doing some backhanded maneuver under the guise of sympathy to put Erisi in his pocket. It was blackmail, plain and simple. If he was good and didn't both I'shan, the fight would be their secret.
Erisi was feeling even less inclined to be good because of it. "I know what you're doing, you don't have to wrap it up in kind words to keep my ego from being more bruised than it already is. Don't feign niceties with me."
